-used my 100% pure all natural mascara that smells like fruit.
-accidentally knocked the pyrex measuring pitcher out of the cabinet when I was reaching for the tea bags and it fell into the dish drain and SHATTERED a bowl to SMITHEREENS, which I then had to sweep up and seek out with a damp paper towel. The pyrex was fine.
-did some work.
-ate my tin-foil-wrapped lunch in the park, with my book, which I'm sad to see ending.
-read almost the entire issue of NY Magazine with Madonna's freaky face on the cover (my boss is on vacation this wk, so I borrow his mags; tomorrow it's The NY'er), and then came home to find my first issue of NY Magazine waiting for me! Belated birthday gifts are grand.
-ALSO got my first ever invitation to a wedding, meaning addressed to me and not 'the family.' It has a silver Claddagh ring and an Irish wedding blessing on it. Made me think of 'Wedding Crashers':
I'm ready to get drunnnnk.
The wedding is three days before my sister's 21st birthday. O, irony. What impeccable timing you have.
Good night, chickadees.